Martian poetry? Science-fiction stories? Exploring external or internal worlds? ''No greater miracle could occur than to see the world through the eyes of another.'' - truly another world. Utopias. Dystopias. Possible worlds. Imaginary worlds. Worlds that are past, gone, or lost. Interpret the theme as loosely as you like.

Bring your own stuff or other people's - and make it come alive.

And here's a space oddity - the poem that spawned the genre of Martian poetry. Craig Raine's A Martian Sends A Postcard Home

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wingsand some are treasured for their markings -they cause the eyes to meltor the body to shriek without pain.I have never seen one fly, butsometimes they perch on the hand.

Mist is when the sky is tired of flightand rests its soft machine on ground:then the world is dim and bookishlike engravings under tissue paper.

Rain is when the earth is television.It has the property of making colours darker.

Model T is a room with the lock inside -a key is turned to free the worldfor movement, so quick there is a filmto watch for anything missed.

But time is tied to the wristor kept in a box, ticking with impatience.

In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,that snores when you pick it up.If the ghost cries, they carry itto their lips and soothe it to sleepwith sounds. And yet they wake it updeliberately, by tickling with a finger.

Only the young are allowed to sufferopenly. Adults go to a punishment roomwith water but nothing to eat.They lock the door and suffer the noisesalone. No one is exemptand everyone's pain has a different smell.

At night when all the colours die,they hide in pairsand read about themselves -in colour, with their eyelids shut.

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I founded and run SpokenWord because it's fun. And sometimes transcendent. Because I love words and spoken poetry. Paris is a beautiful backwater where life is slower than New York or London, it gives breathing space, distance from the anglo metropoles that supports writing. & the English-speaking community here is just the right size to come together and do something, to provide a home/platform for, to nurture and be nourished by, our/your poetry, stories and songs. A space in which to create something fun, and sometimes sublime. - David

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